Waiting

I was sitting in a waiting room the other day and realized this has become my life--I'm in a state of waiting. I looked around at the other people, some reading magazines, some on their iPod and others talking on their phone and I just watched, taking it all in and waiting.

It's not like I've sat on my hands, forfeited my turn or bowed out completely, but I'm still waiting. The "perfect" job, the man of my dreams/knight in shinning armor/the "one"/whatever descriptor you want- waiting.

I'm not a patient person and the trust thing is hard for me, so this waiting room experience is by no means easy. But, I have to trust that there is a purpose and a plan here, even in the waiting.

My pastor calls this the "Land Between" and talks about the Israelites in the desert for 40 years. He talks about how the decisions we make in this time help determine our faith. Our choices, no matter what we pick, will either harm or help our walk with Christ.

So, what am I choosing? Am I making this time of waiting profitable? Am I learning to trust in the desert? Has my faith grown while wandering in this land between? Or have I fostered a complaining heart, grown discontent or harbored anger?

I feel like there has been progress, not perfection, but steps in the right direction. But still waiting. I find myself asking God how long must I wait. How long will I be in the land between before I reach the promised land?